Truman Capote Quotes

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart.

I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.

A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.

there is only one unpardonable sin--deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.

A man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

If you weren't here, if you could be anywhere you wanted to be, doing anything you wanted to do, where would you be and what would you be doing?

But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.

The problem with living outside the law is that you no longer have its protection.

Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.

You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.

I remember things the way they should have been.

Life is difficult enough without Meryl Streep movies.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.

I love New York, even though it isn't mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.